Ivo nodded. “And your influences?”
“I love Rothko, Kahlo, O’ Keefe. Hopper is a god of mine. I love his solitude. There are few contemporary artists too – a lot of them I’ve come across by accident – Kate Leplage, Simeon Verdeux, Patricia Seavers? Heard of any of them?”
“All of them, it’s my job,” he laughed and she flushed, grinning.
“Sorry, of course.”
Ivo turned a page and stopped. “Wow.” It was a pencil and watercolor she had done of the front of Desiree’s gallery – the building’s frontage still half finished, with scaffolding but Sofia had managed to infuse the artwork with all the bustle and vibrancy of its owner, and the promise of what it could be when it opened. Ivo knew immediately what he had to do.
He kissed Sofia and then rolled off the bed. “Beautiful, get dressed. We have to see someone.”
Sofia blinked, but nodded, scooching to the side of the bed and retrieving her clothes. “Okay. Where are we going?”
Ivo tapped his nose, grinning. “You’ll see, but go with it and I’ll buy you a vat of fries afterward.”
“And a vat of condoms.”
He laughed. “That would be a hell yes.”
Desiree’s eyebrows shot up when she saw them come into the gallery, hand-in-hand and giggling. “What are you two up to? Mischief, I can tell.”
Sofia slushed scarlet, and Ivo looked guilty. “Nothing. Hey, Desiree, remember we were talking about the invites to the opening?” He handed her Sofia’s sketchbook, opened at the painting of the gallery.
Desiree took it from him. “Ivo,” she said, finally, “Where on Earth did you fi…”
She looked up and glared at Sofia. “Is this you? You’ve been hiding this all along? You little minx, I could kill you.”
Ivo fell about laughing as Sofia rushed to explain herself, while Desiree glowered at them both. When she’d calmed down, she bore them both off to a wine bar down the block and ordered champagne.
“I agree, this image needs to be on the invite. You,” she pointed at Sofia, who looked a little stunned, “You have a month. I want three canvases. The alcove space? It’s yours.”
Sofia looked panicked. “Wait…no, no, come on, I’m nowhere near good enough. You’re exhibiting actual masters for crissakes.”
Desiree looked at Ivo. “Is she finished?” She asked dryly and Ivo grinned and leaning over, kissed Sofia full on the mouth.
“Baby, I believe in you. Desi believes in you. Looks like you got your first commission.”
Sofia gaped at them as her lover and her boss toasted her with the champagne. “I think I feel sick.”
Neither of them let her off the hook.
Sofia felt stars explode in her vision, the sensation of Ivo’s cock reaming her into submission as he thrust deep inside her. “God, yes, yes, Ivo…” Her thighs were tight around his waist, her hands pinned above her head by his. Ivo’s lips were rough on hers, kissing her fiercely….and then he stopped.
“What is it, my love?” She suddenly felt scared as she saw his eyes. Not their us
Ivo said nothing but slid off of her and moved to the door. He opened it and Sofia saw her step-father into the room, followed by Tamara. Ivo smiled at them. “Told you I could fuck her.”
He looked back at Sofia who rose from the bed, begging him not to leave her with them, but he walked out anyway as Tamara raised the gun and shot her in the heart at point blank range.
“Fuck!” Sofia shot up out of bed and started to shiver. Jesus, what a fucking nightmare to have now, tonight of all nights. She felt Ivo’s hand on her back.
“Are you okay, Bella?”
She nodded, giving him a rueful smile. “Sorry, bad dream.” She lay back down and he pulled her close.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Definitely not.” She pressed her lips to his. “Go back to sleep.” They were in Sofia’s bedroom at Desiree’s house. Now that she knew about the two of them, she had assumed Ivo would be there most nights and they repaid her generosity by making love quietly.
“I’ll sleep after I’ve done this,” he said, hitching her leg around his hips, sliding into her. Sofia sighed happily. For someone who had only started doing this a few days ago, she was already learning new things but the quiet moments like this, were almost her favorite times with him. So intimate, so loving.
Afterward, Ivo fell back to sleep but Sofia found herself returning to the dream. She didn’t have to be psychic to figure out what it meant. She was finally happy, deliriously happy, that she couldn’t believe they wouldn’t try to ruin it.
And as her dream told her, it wasn’t even her ex-step-father who worried her. It was Tamara. If Tamara knew Sofia was happy, she would move heaven and earth to destroy her and all because Sofia was the one person who knew Tamara’s darkest secret.
Tamara Rutland was a murderer.
CHAPTER SIX
Tamara straddled Grant and lowered herself onto his cock. He grinned up at her as they fucked but she didn’t smile back. She was tired today, and their lovemaking had seemed like too much bother. After a few minutes, Grant’s smile faded and he lifted her off of him.
“You know what, Taryn, don’t do me any favors. I paid you for sex and some punishment, but you looking bored when my cock is inside you? Not so much.”
“My name is Tamara,” she said suddenly. Yes, she was tired. Tired of the subterfuge with her name. This, this woman who fucked for money, who beat men – and women – for money, this was who she was.
Grant shrugged. “Should I care?”
This was why she like him. He was as much a sociopath as she was. There would be no declarations of love between them but they both knew they had a connection. A complete disregard for the feeling of other people. Grant was submissive in this room, yes, but outside of it…Tamara shivered. She could tell her was ruthless, cold, only interested in the kill. He had alluded to such before. They had a grudging respect, each seeing the psychopath inside the other.
“No reason, at all,” she said now, smirking and seeing her smile, he bent to kiss her. It was a tender kiss, more one of ownership. Tamara didn’t mind – she was paid to give the impression she was his to command, even though she was paid to torture and fuck him. She wondered if she crossed him, whether he would kill her, and curious, she asked him now. Grant’s eyes became dark and lethal.
“Without hesitation.”
It turned her on so much, she told him to get undressed again and this time, she fucked him good. “Have you ever killed a woman before?”
Grant smiled icily, his cock hard and huge inside her, his fingers gripping her hips hard. “No, just men. I want my first female kill to be something…intimate. Slow. Merciless.”
Tamara felt herself get more excited as he talked. “But you have killed before.”
“Of course.”
Damn. She came quickly, and again as he reached his peak. They had stopped using condoms a while back, Tamara having had herself sterilized a few years ago. Why the fuck would she want a screaming brat? She felt his cum pumping deep into her belly and grinned.
“That’s more like it,” Grant said, sitting up as she slid off him. Tamara felt his cum dribbling down her leg but didn’t make any move to clean it. “Who knew murder was the key to getting you hot.”
Tamara smiled silkily at him. “So, say I wanted to hire you to torment, stalk and kill someone? Another woman?”
“What woman?”
She shrugged, not ready to give away everything right now. The plan was only starting to form in her mind. “Just a woman. Young. Beautiful. How much?”
“It depends. You want her scared shitless before I off her? That’ll cost more. A quick bullet to the head? Twenty-five thousand dollars. A drawn-out campaign, and a painful, intimate stabbing? One hundred-thousand…and I get to screw her before I kill her.”
Tamara laughed. “You’re a twisted fuck, and that’s why I like you.”
He pulled her to him, kissing he
r, his hand between her legs. He slid three fingers inside her. His other hand bunch her blonde hair and he pulled her head back roughly before grinding g his mouth down on hers. “You wouldn’t want to know how sick I can be, little girl.” He kissed her throat, then flicked his tongue across it in a slashing motion. “One day…I might come for you.”
He pinched her clit, making her squeak and come again and Grant smiled triumphantly. “Same time, next week?”
“Of course.” She kissed him lightly. “Bring your weapons with you, we’ll have some fun.”
Grant smirked. “They checked them at the door.”
“I’ll get you in.”
“Sure.”
After Grant had left, Tamara still felt wildly horny. She clipped two nipple clamps to her breasts and walked out into the bar, otherwise still completely naked and still with Grant’s cum on her thighs. She felt no embarrassment about her body – she knew it was spectacular, if a little on the thin side. She went to the bar and ordered a drink, and had down it in one when she saw him watching her. The first lover she’d found here. Her heart began to pound as he stood. He too was completely naked, his cock erect, a ring around the base of it. She noticed the thick tattoos up and down his thickly muscled arms. He easily shook off his female hangers-on, who all glared at Tamara, who couldn’t have cared less. He strode up to her and shoved his hand between her legs.
“Go get in the shower,” he said, withdrawing his hand. “I don’t fuck while another man is still inside. Clean yourself up and meet me in Room Four.”
He grabbed the refilled shot glass and downed it. “Give me the bottle.”
“Yes, Mr. Black.” The bartender handed over a bottle of scotch and Black nodded. He glanced at Tamara a last time before stalking off. She watched his retreating figure. His shoulders were broad, his back muscles stood out – here was a man who worked out – hard. His ass was solid and shapely, his legs strong. Yeah, he would fuck her good.
Tamara did what she was told, standing under one of the hot showers that were laid out against the far wall. As she washed herself, she looked around at all the other couple fucking each other, or sucking each other, and smiled. If she could only live here…an idea began to form in her head…. but for now, all she wanted to concentrate on was the man waiting for her.
He grabbed her as soon as she came into the room and thrust her against the wall. Tamara’s breath quickened as he put his forearm across her throat, and pushed her legs apart. “Good.” His hand checked she was clean, then his cock, huge and pulsating thrust into her.
As he fucked her, he said not a word, but instead kept his gaze locked on her. Tamara felt herself drawn to those dark eyes, losing herself in him. She came quickly, and he ordered her onto the bed, taking her in the ass from behind, making her crouch on her hands and knees. He treated her like whole, in the same way she treated Grant as just a cock to ride…and Tamara loved every second. As he fucked her long into the night, not letting her make any of the decisions, punishing her with the paddles and whips in the room if she dared to argue with him, she knew she was lost.
This was a man of power. This was a man who could break her. Grant – he would prove useful, and her father…he could go back to ignoring her. This man…
She would make him hers…
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